Yan Po slowly opened her eyes wide, and a skinny young child stood in front of her.

His face seemed to be touched with coal ash, black and red, and a small braid like a radish head was standing on his head, looking a bit like a tiger head.

But he is really too thin.

The bone marks can be clearly seen on the exposed skin.

Compared to his thin body, his stomach seemed unusually round, as if he had a ball stuffed under his clothes.

"It's a tiger." Yan Po lowered her head, looked at the child, recalling it for a long time before she remembered the origin of the child. Her face changed first, and then a smile appeared on her face. She reached out and touched the child's head.

"Pony Yan, my stomach hurts." Hu Zi said with his head tilted.

His voice was mixed with pain.

"That's because evil energy has entered the stomach. You have to let blood be released, just let blood be released... just let blood be released." Yan Po nodded, pulled Hu Zi with one hand, and turned around and entered the room tremblingly.

She walked to the table, reached out to touch it, and a short knife was taken out.

"Where does it hurt?" In the darkness, every wrinkle on Yan Po's face seemed to be smiling. She bent down slightly and leaned into Hu Zi's ear and said.

Hu Zi pointed to his stomach, and the pain on his face became more obvious.

"Don't worry, don't worry... it won't hurt right away." She said in the first half of her tone, and then suddenly, the dagger penetrated Hu Zi's abdomen.

"A mere little devil dares to come to the door!" Yan Po's expression became ferocious. She turned the short knife hard, further enlarging the wound on Hu Zi's belly. There seemed to be blood stains in the knife.

At this moment, there was no ignorance in her eyes.

The tiger had long died, and the shadow in front of him must have been caused by a ghost.

She is blessed by the empress, how could a little ghost be confused?

"howl."

Hu Zi's mouth widened, and the corners of his mouth were torn, revealing a thick layer of bones. On the wound on his abdomen, countless black bugs squirmed out like snakes, quickly covering Yan Po's knife and Yan Po's hands.

"You are dead, that's because you are not pious enough to the Empress, and you dare to come out to cause trouble now?" Yan Po was not afraid at all. She held the entire short knife in her hand and stirred hard on Hu Zi's abdomen. Blood mixed with a large number of black bugs fell down.

"Well."

Just at the stalemate, suddenly, Yan Po suddenly pressed her throat and her face turned pale. She was wet all over, dripping water down desperately.

A woman with disheveled hair stood quietly behind the woman, with no strands on her body, and water dripping.

"Hu Yongfeng, female, 29 years old, cause of death: suffocation from sinking water"

Hu Yongfeng is also a woman who was abducted from other places, but her temperament is far more fierce than Zhang Zhaodi. Not only did she escape, she also secretly prepared a piece of iron, and when she was caught, she used the piece of iron to cut a strong life.

Po Yan was very angry and ordered someone to soak her in the river and drowned her alive.

Immediately afterwards, under Yan Po's encouragement, Chen Axi, who yearned for ascension to ascend to heaven and burned himself... Chen Hua, who was locked in the house and starved to death... Zhang Zhaodi, who was bleeding to death...

In the dark room, one figure after another pounced on Yan Po’s body.

She is cold, hot, and bitten by bugs.

Her body had long been incomplete, with many parts missing from east to west. But she could still move and made a tragic begging for mercy.

Yan Po is a country witch, who knows some evil ways. The ghosts of these people dare not come to find her, and they have long dissipated in the wilderness unwillingly.

The people in front of them are just shadows that Wu Xuanzhi transformed from her memory.

The room was pitch black, and Yan Po's body was almost incomplete in shape, and she lay horizontally on the ground.

But in the middle of the pupil, she still has to suffer torture over and over again.

Until, my soul is gone!

...

"Tu tuk tuk."

Chen Changshuan mechanically picked up the hammer and carved it again and again. The wood chips flew, and the expression on his face was numb.

After a while, he started to mutter.

"If you believe in God and God, you will not have any diseases. If you believe in God and God, you will be reborn in the Pure Land." He recited the "Accumulating Blessings Sutra". Yan Po told him that if you recite it a thousand times a day, his wife will be saved and enter the Pure Land.

He has no education and does not know how many times he has read it today.

But it is always good to read a few more sentences.

Only when he recited the scriptures did his eyes become a little brighter and seemed to have a little more motivation.

Chen Changshuan shook off the wood chips on his body. He was a carpenter in the village. When his wife died, he had to punch a thin coffin.

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped his body and also covered the light of the oil lamp.

When he looked up, he found that it was a young young man.

This person can become the center of vision just by standing here.

This person is obviously not from the village, so there is no such a fairy-like figure in the village.

Chen Changshuan's heart, which had been confused all the time, suddenly felt a little unspeakable, as if he was a little inferior and a little jealous.

"You are Chen Changshuan?" Wu Xuanzhi's eyes swept over the other party and then moved away again.

"You...you are?" Chen Changshuan was so pressed that he couldn't speak.

"I am Zhang Zhaodi's cousin." Wu Xuanzhi smiled, and his eyes saw the body of Zhang Zhaodi who was parked in the lobby.

"Then...brother-in-law?" Chen Changshuan's face changed at first, as if he had been knocked out of something bad. Then he forced a smile and said in a plea.

Wu Xuanzhi looked around and picked up a wooden stick as thick as a wrist and seven or eight feet long on the ground.

He weighed the feel and felt it was quite easy.

"What are you...what are you going to do?" Chen Changshuan realized that it was not good, so he turned around and was about to run away.

But in Wu Xuanzhi's eyes, his movements were as slow as snails.

"Bang."

The wooden stick tugged hard on Chen Changshuan's head, and in just a moment, Chen Changshuan's head blossomed.

"Ah...ah..."

Chen Changshuan burst into tears, and his whole body was trembling with fear. After being sucked, his consciousness paused for a moment.

But no matter how he escaped, the stick could always be accurately sucked on him.

One stick was broken and another one was replaced.

Within half a quarter of an hour, Chen Changshuan almost fell into a coma, his body was covered with blood, and his breathing became faint.

"Crack." The second stick also broke.

Wu Xuanzhi threw the stick in his hand and stretched.

It is not good to use violence to fight violence.

but……

It's so fucking cool!
Chapter completed!